Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.